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In the dark, silent and waiting,
Nervous, body trembling,
I am subjected to the bidding
Of a twisted, sadistic being
Chained and shackled, sitting on a chair
He’s keeping me under his crooked stare
Through the pain, I shoot a glare
But he wryly smiles and says “you wouldn’t dare”
Day and night he bled me dry,
There is no more hope but I couldn’t cry,
Even as my sinews have been torn to shreds,
Even as my life is hanging by a thread
One thousand - all my fingers he’s cutting
Nine hundred ninety-three - my bones he’s breaking
And at nine hundred and eighty-six
These are no longer just bruises and nicks
Nine hundred seventy-nine,
Is my body still mine?
Nine hundred seventy-two,
I feel myself hollowing through
Nine hundred sixty-five, I’m feeling myself dive
Nine hundred fifty-eight - I know he wouldn’t wait
To bring me back before I’m gone - nine hundred fifty-one
Because - nine hundred forty-four - that would be no fun
Nine hundred thirty-seven,
In my ear there’s scraping of an insect’s skin
Nine hundred thirty,
I’m hearing voices but no one I see
Nine hundred twenty-three - I’m seeing Yakumo Oomori
Nine hundred sixteen - in blood he’s bathing in
Nine hundred nine - "I’m no longer wasting time"
Nine hundred two - "a ghoul’s coming for you"